Last Wednesday in March

March 29th, a Wednesday, idol march, marching tides of woe spread across the land and so..   With all that I have been through lately, not more than some, less than others, on a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the worst pain you have experienced, I guess being unconscious technically gives you... Continue Reading →

I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more. C.S. Lewis    The truth is a dangerous thing, especially to those who have been warned never to speak. The truth leaves you alone. Abandoned. With only truth as your companion. Left for dead on... Continue Reading →

The Graph: Math of Story, pt. 2

“No bones. Not even a knee cap."         As if knee caps are a different currency altogether, and, if that were the case, I should have a buried treasure full of gold somewhere, risk-free, in the desert. I’ve been watching Breaking Bad in consecutive order, an anomoly for me other than “Lost,”... Continue Reading →

Francesca’s Knees

Francesca's knees are bruised, from bashing into the car door-steering wheel combo as the Jehovah's Witness chased her to her father's Honda, a stoic vehicle in the Ohio snow. The other from the Icelandic Vodka, two brands, his girlfriend supplied in happier times. She wondered if she was technically a drunk if it was only... Continue Reading →

Wednesday is a goth girl

"Never give up. Never let things out of your control dictate who you are.” Unknown The mornings are cool near the desert and life begins sluggishly because it stays up late. The to do list creeps up slowly following like a hungry dog, starved for attention, as they always are. Dogs are in fact bottomless... Continue Reading →

Delusions of Gladness for Spectacular Sadness

I cannot explain why this song makes me want to cry (or has in the past, now I slightly choke up before the next item on my to do list, storage full warning, why is there popcorn stuck to my bread, and why did I just call it my bread?) I have to check the... Continue Reading →

Tropic of Capricorn meets Aquarius

The amount of the bad is immeasurable in terms of things that are not right with the world, the specifics and the details, the general and the ambiguous. That changes nothing of its current appearance. The fact that I have been trained by my brain to forget so much and in forgetting this thing they... Continue Reading →

In the room the women come and go…

like a patient etherized upon the table -- is a phrase I never forget.

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